Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Life, As I Know It Lately!

Emmeline turned 15 this past week!  Such a dear girl to me.  I will always talk of and remember

Thursday, April 6, 2017

A Wedding, A Flood, A Farewell Season.

Around here lately, it's been a time of joining together, banding together and a coming away as I prepare my Mother's heart to watch a Son march away.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Summer Time, Mum And Me Time And It's Just Hot. February 19, 2017

One of my favourite places and a spot I photograph each and every time we visit.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Family Photos, A Date Night And A New Home Is Born, 12.1.17

We travelled to the other side of town last month for a new family portrait session.  It was quite the jaunt because the weather all day threatened rain and storms.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Actually 22.11.16

Back from the tailors and Phoebe goes to the hair salon.  Around here, actually.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Remembering When

Family Day.  We faithfully had a family day out every sixth Saturday.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

A Daughter's Special Night And A Son Is King Of The Hill!

A flurry of activity, lots of giggles and happy talk this afternoon

Monday, May 16, 2016

Raising Young Women

Raising girls, raising young women, raising my grandchildren's mothers, young mens' wives, raising daughters-in-laws for another mother - raising sisters and girlfriends.  These are all the titles and more that my three daughters will fulfill in their days to come.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Monday, March 21, 2016


If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small.

Proverbs 24:10

This is Emmeline at 13 taxiing on the runway at Redcliffe Aerodrome yesterday.  She is taking part in the PEX Weekend.  (Pilot Experience Weekend) with the AAFC (Australian Air Force Cadet Program).

This is my daughter who is car sick wherever we go, who regularly has anxiety that makes her sick to her stomach and frequently in tears, here she was at the controls, beside her instructor, maneouvering her aircraft for take off.

  Mathew and I sat behind the razor wire for some time watching aircraft come and go.  Mechanics worked on their planes, cars with flashing lights scooted across the runway and tarmac areas to different hangars.  The distant sounds of aircraft and machinery hummed in the early Autumn, Sunday afternoon at the Aerodrome.  There was a coolish breeze which made it bearable to be out there for the hour or so we were.

Emmeline had her briefing time of 1305 so we knew she was close to take off.  Around 1310 the drone of an aircraft became louder and we looked and saw her plane kangaroo a little! and swerve a bit up the tarmac - it was our girl, learning to fly!  I can't tell you how it felt to see and know she was at the controls.  As the plane taxied past we saw the outlet of her hair bun under her helmet and mike and she gave us a wave.  We both shouted and laughed and waved back.  It really was Emm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She went out of our view for awhile and then took off right in front of us.  The plane was airborne by the time we could see it.  She soared into the air with just a small wiggle on the way!  Ooh, bit shaky laughed Dad.  We stood, helpless! yet victorious as she flew before us.  I found myself again in awe, completely incredulous at what these children are doing and wanting to do in their young lives.  Here is my Emmeline flying!

She banked and went up the coast line towards Bribie Island and out of our view.  Silence returned to the Aerodrome and Mathew and I waited and prayed and followed her a little on the Google + locations App on my phone.  Emmeline had Dad's phone on her so we could track her.  Clever!

For 40 minutes or so we waited and watched the passing parade.  I spotted a plane high up above us doing what we thought was a holding pattern.  She crossed a path with a Qantas jet in what we knew was a safe parameter but for us down here, it looked close!  We later found out it was her.  She had to wait for a Tiger Moth to land.  She was doing a go around!  My Emmeline was doing a "go around".  Praise be to God!

She is at about 1 o'clock here above the hangar.

We watcher her circle and come lower.  She landed out of our view but taxied up to us, stopped and bounced a little (!) then began to drive back to the hanger.

We followed in the car down to her briefing area.  We were able to walk into the area as she was the last flight for the weekend.  We met her instructors and command personnel.  Mathew was able to approach the plane and take this shot.  We were told she was sick just on final approach after the go around.  Yet here she is smiling and victorious.

Everyone got good value from her experience, assuring us everyone does it sometimes and it means nothing.  She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed.  I was so proud of her.

All the AAFC personnel are so pro their young cadets.  I can't believe their can do attitudes and enthusiasm to share their love of all things flying and military.  A big thank you and well done to them for their work with our young people.

And to our Emmeline.  You amaze me with your courage and hope.  We couldn't be more proud of you for your willingness to have a go this weekend.  You are a blessing to us and we thank God for you today and every day.  Mum and Dad.

A cool drink to celebrate!

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters; these see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

Psalm 107:23-24

Monday, March 7, 2016

Our Day Today 6.3.16

I had to drop Budd at work so sneaked in an iced latte at McDonalds with my favourite Charlotte!  Did you know they are doing all day, every day, breakfast menu now!  Sausage McMuffins for afternoon tea.  Ideal!  We sat and talked, had a giggle for a silly selfie and talked some more.  It's the little things, the little moments of time that go to make a relationship.  So proud of this girl.  

Then my brother David and his wife Gwen are in town, so we headed to the local RSL club for dinner.  We all shared three gourmet pizzas, coffee, mochas and cake.  Oh my! yum!
We only see each other once or maybe twice a year so it's always special and so nice to really leave off where we finished last time.  True family eh!  Trust and love.
I thank God for my brother.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Upcoming Guest Post Itty Bitty Sneak Peek

She is rare and precious in His sight.  She will change the world around her by just her countenance.  A joy and peace radiating from her that only comes from true faith within.

Can't wait to share ...

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Feeling A Bit Thwarted Today ...

My two daughters, 16 months apart and raised as twins these past 14 years.  My hopes and dreams and especially, my prayers, for them continue today.  To be godly, faith filled, joyful and sweet daughters, girls and women.

In this life, our home is quiet.  We do not have extended family, have not found like minded faith by and large in our church family, suffered church splits, ridicule and shunning.  Today we are in a church body we are most grateful for yet the years have meant not so many friends or comings and goings for us and our children.  We are quiet by nature, preferring to keep out of church politics and all the usual circles that people operate in it seems by default.  We have made our mistakes, sinners by nature too.  Yet, we are forgiven in Christ!

Our children have raised up faithful and obedient but dare I admit - lonely.  To this end and particularly lately we have introduced out of the home activities for them.  Each considered with much prayer and thought but this week two things have me feeling thwarted at best and a little cheated as well.

Our daughter was being briefed for an upcoming activity and had to squirm in her seat when assaulted with way too much information on upcoming rules and regulations between her and her co-horts in this activity.  Good moral boy/girl rules yet could they not have been put with the correct anatomical phrases instead of what I'll call street slang?  To God's praise because of how we raised her, she came home and told us everything as she does each activity but to see this young girl's reaction to what she heard and how she felt was just disappointing to this Mum.

My immediate reaction - pull her out!  Yet what then?  Is there anything better to offer her?  The tyranny of decision - 

boredom and it's inherant ills
the chance to season and engender resilience in her all the while praying she can swim and not be engulfed and drown in it ...

I don't like those chances.

We monitor, keep talking, watch and pray but still ... I don't like it.

My middle son during the course of an accredited college course is offered and instructed on alcohol use and taste all the while under age!

Thank God for relationship and conversation with each child yet the perils and disappointing seasons of parenting.  Is there anyone who cares about my child as I do.  Well, no.  That's the point isn't it of our children and not just having them but raising them.  Of taking the time day after day, year after year to pour values and principles into them.  Faith and words to live by when life's storms blow and even when just winds of change cross their face.  Of forging relationship with them by our time, our heart, our prayers, our hopes and dreams.  Of letting them go that first time they are ready to "lift off".  Of watching them fly, maybe sputter, maybe crash and burn even.  

Somehow I expected they'd be more ready, there'd be more care for them, more interest in their welfare from strangers but there isn't.  People are by and large good.  Not godly but good.  Yet no one really cares about your own as you do.

Lord, help me to graciously accept your hand to me today.  All the while trusting and hoping in you alone.  In your promises to me and to my children.  Amen.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Daughters-The Passage of Time

Emmeline Ruby Grace Turner @ 2
Phoebe Belle Ruth Turner @ 1

Phoebe @ 12 and Emmeline @ 13

Monday, February 1, 2016

Back To School 2016

We have started our new school year today.  This year marks 17 years of homeschooling for me.  I have graduated three students and am grateful that they all went on to tertiary study and full time employment in Nursing, I.T and Hospitality.  This morning my three "littles" begin Level 4, 6 and 7 respectively!

It's always nice to have had a break and to recharge, get in new pens and pencils, books and folders and dive back in for a new year.

By the end of each year all finished books are filed and school reports generated and grades noted for each child.  I like to do this to keep me interested and abreast of how each child is coping and tracking.  If I'm going to take the responsibility of their education I should do a good job!  It always encourages me in doing this because I see just what they have accomplished throughout the year and so does Mathew.   I've simplified the work boxes for this year.  Easy go to storage space in our former library area - now a make shift bedroom.

This morning I found hard to motivate me but one thing at a time and I found my feet.  This is my laundry room in full swing with a pile for everything and all things ready and waiting for their next action.  This is OK with me.  It's never ALL done but it's in a priority pile and being processed.

Oh, and my trust crockpot - love it so much! - is on and smelling fine.  This year sees two of the children begin a weekly activity outside our home.  Tonight is one of those.  We need to eat by 5 and be out of the house by 6 at the very latest.  Pressure!  Just one or two little things pre-arranged will help and make all the difference.

Jedidiah had a very difficult start back - problems obeying ..... however we handled that with loads of contemplative time ..... and finally got the wheels rolling only to later apologise to Mum for his behaviour this morning and then proceed to set off for a record morning of reading and painting and writing.  Thank God!

These children are just that, children.  Homeschooling doesn't make them perfect but it does, with God's grace and forgiveness daily, enable us to make close relationships with them and therefore in times of conflict have those conversations with them and that influence over them.

This classic verse so often used is a promise to me.  Reason for my hope.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Proverbs 22:6

Friday, January 8, 2016

Being A Mother When They Start To Grow Up

You know, you pray for a child, you have them, you raise and nurture them day by day by day, you believe in godly parenting and motherhood and fatherhood, in marriage and the family unit, you believe in Biblical submission to a loving Husband.

More than that, you preach it to all those watching, those that may ask - although precious few want to know - you really live and breath and honestly come to think you are on the right road.  Not because of our efforts although they are real but because of God's promises in the Bible, His Word to me about my children and family.

Then the season comes when that child wants more than the home and life they have lived.  They rightly or wrongly want to stretch their wings and because of how they've been raised there is no fear of the world or understanding of the dangers of certain decisions.  There is little suspicion of others' motives or life's turns.  An innocence that could set them up to be vulnerable.

Raised with unconditional love, acceptance and all the right insulation to weather life's storms, yet a tenderness to be protected, prepared and provided for at this later stage in their lives.

Wasn't it meant to be the hard work when they were babies, then toddlers?  Yes, then too.  This motherhood, it's a marathon not a sprint.  I'm getting that today .. 

Yeah.  Amen to that.  Because God told me that didn't He, only I wasn't listening as keenly as today.  It didn't mean as much to me as it does today.  His living Word.  Every day it is new, relevant and able to encourage, rebuke, discipline and comfort me.

All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:
2 Timothy 3:16

Some days it is a wearisome journey.  Would I have it any other way, do things differently, yes and no.  Each child is different!  I'm learning too.  We are all learning about ourselves before our great God.  The important thing for me to remember is "this too shall come to pass".  To "keep on" and "pressing toward the mark".

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28

This gives me much comfort.  Some days as mother I wonder at how and if I have made a difference, am making a difference.  Then I'll spy a child doing their chores when no one is watching and no one has reminded them.  I'll spy two teen girls playing and giggling together in complete friendship while an hour ago they were bickering to my distraction.  My son will text me and keep on texting me telling me about his day, sending a picture to me that he knows I'll like.

Then I see God's hand moving and shaping us all.  I feel His comfort and His understanding and I feel brave again that "this too shall come to pass" and that He has us and me in the palm of His hands.  That no matter the storms of life, we are in His hands and we can have peace in knowing that.

That I can be still and know He is God.

Thursday, December 17, 2015


McDonalds for breakfast

A park bench, tall pines, an early morning cool breeze, deafening bird life - always tastes better that way!

Selfies - can't beat them really.  Always happy and fun.  Just thought my favourite little gingerbread house in the middle there adds some colour.

Swimming at Gran and Pa's pool!

Aw Mum.  Another photo.

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

1 Thess. 5:8

Friday, November 6, 2015

Happy Birthday Charlotte!

Happy Birthday Charlotte!

22 years ago I became a Mother.  I remember the day, the morning, as if it were yesterday - yet it seems so much longer ago than 22 years ... I remember being so surprised there really was a baby in there.  To hear your little voice and see your huge dark eyes stare unblinking at me.  You stopped crying, listening to my voice, we knew each other then and there.  I'll not forget those moments in my life.
I won't forget how tenderly Daddy looked at his new daughter, the way he held you, his care and the proud way in which he conducted himself over the next few days coming and going from visiting with us.

I knew then and there that it was one of the most romantic and binding events in our marriage - having a baby.  I would do it all again if circumstances were right just to experience all those emotions between us again.

However, the sands of time change and new experiences are had between us.  But, this isn't about me, it's about you.  Having you, raising, loving and sharing life with you.

Happy Birthday Piglet!
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